Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.